Chapter Eight
Neith
He catches me with ease, his lips meeting mine and his hands palming my ass.
Pulling back his worried gold eyes meet mine.
“I could hurt you.”
My hands frame his face, “You would never hurt me. I would have trusted you before I knew that you were mine, just to be clear. But you are mine. It’s impossible for you to hurt me.” I smirk and grip his chin in my fingers, “So shut up and fuck me.”
His expression turns wicked as he smirks and starts walking, taking us upstairs. As we walk, a wave of his magic crashes over me, bringing me right to the edge of the most epic orgasm and then backing off.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, making his smile widen.
I lunge forward, my teeth sinking into his neck, as I rock my hips and his legs buckle, his hand grasping onto the stair railing to stop us from falling down the stairs.
That might kill the mood.
Probably not.
“Neith,” he growls in warning as his hand moves back to my ass, and he runs up the stairs with me, clearly out of patience.
“Camden,” I reply breathily, as my tongue makes a trail up his neck, and then I bite down again, as my fingers scratch up his back.
I meant for it to sound just as firm as his warning, and slightly mocking, but I missed the mark entirely.
He groans and threads his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip and pulling my head back. I hiss as a wave of pain mixed with pleasure washes over me, and his lips meet mine.
I hear a door slam behind us as I bite down on his lip, and using the new trick I learnt, the best thing in the world as far as I’m concerned, I use my fire to get rid of our clothing without burning us.
Camden pulls back, his eyebrows raised, “Impatient?”
“Fuck yes.”
My blunt reply makes him smile.
I step back, my gaze trailing over the defined dips and grooves of his chest and stomach, and down to his dick. I lick my lips and drop to my knees in front of him, my hands trailing up his thighs, as I run my tongue down his shaft lightly. His hips jerk, his stomach tensing.
Taking him in my hand, my eyes meet his liquid gold ones. I circle my tongue around his tip before I take him in my mouth, and he throws his head back with pleasure, his hands threading through my hair. I suck, using my hand as well as his hips to move with me.
Suddenly, he pulls me up, his hand going around my throat as he tips my head back, kisses me deeply, and then pushes me back onto the bed, following me down.
His lips trail down my neck, as I feel his magic trail up my legs, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
As his lips close around my nipple, making my back arch, his magic gently caresses my slit, running up and down from my clit to my entrance in the most enticing and yet frustrating way.
Each pass of his magic, each swipe of his tongue on my nipple drives my need for him higher and higher.
His magic circles my entrance with the slightest amount of pressure. Just enough to push me to the edge without taking me over it, and then he bites my nipple, his hand tightening around my throat as his magic vibrates against my clit.
I see stars, as I scream out his name.
His tongue replaces his magic, as he effortlessly coaxes a second wave of pleasure from me seemingly before the first has even stopped.
As I ride out the last few moments of my orgasm, he shifts so that he’s above me.
“An orgasm from an incubus is more exhausting than a usual one, so it’s completely normal to need to sleep,” he starts.
I chuckle, seeming to shock him as I push on his chest, he falls to the side, then rolls onto his back, and I straddle him, lining myself up perfectly.
I sink down onto him, only a small amount, as I lean forward and kiss him, muttering against his lips, “It’s going to take more than that to exhaust me. ”
He growls, his expression full of desire as his hands grasp my hips and I sink down onto him, making us both call out with pleasure.
Any thoughts of making this last go straight out of the window, as I rock my hips and he meets me thrust for thrust. I sit up, reaching behind me to put my hands on his thighs as his magic circles my clit and his hands palm my boobs, his fingers plucking deliciously at my nipples.
My nails dig into his thighs as we pick up the pace, the sensations caressing me from all angles and driving me impossibly toward another orgasm.
When his magic traces my ass, I groan in pleasure, as his dick thrusts deeper and his magic thrusts into my ass, I move my hands to his chest, my nails digging into his pecs, as the dual sensations send me into oblivion, and my screams of pleasure are joined by his growls, as we fly together.
His magic gently pulls back, caressing my body in the softest of touches as I collapse onto his chest, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close as we both try to catch our breath.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he mutters against my forehead before he kisses it, and I prop myself up.
His expression is soft, and my hand reaches up to cup his cheek, my thumb running along his cheekbone, “You’re not too bad yourself, Camden.”
He grins, “I love it when you say name.”
“Do you want me to call you Camden instead of Doc?”
He shakes his head, “No, I like Doc too. I think I’d like anything that you call me.”
I chuckle and lean forward to kiss him again. The soft kiss turns heated again quickly, and I can’t help but pull back in surprise.
He smirks at my expression, “I’m an incubus.”
His expression dims slightly, and I know that he’s about to say something ridiculous about me being tired or magically worn out or something, but I don’t give him the chance to. I run my tongue up his neck and rock my hips. I can go again.
I’m greedy.
He chuckles and rolls me over with ease as he hovers above me, “Like I said, fucking perfect.”
∞∞∞
I don’t know how long we stayed in bed, but I do know that it was fucking amazing and that we fell asleep for quite a while once we’d finished playing. Multiple orgasms wear you out, in the best kind of way that I can’t wait to repeat.
Soon.
I warned him I was greedy.
I wake up to Cam gently stroking my back, and I hum as I nuzzle his neck, giving him a kiss too.
“Shit,” I groan, as something occurs to me. “We were supposed to be reading the file.”
Cam chuckles, “I’m sure the guys have read it, amongst the cold showers that they took.”
I chuckle, “We put on quite a show.”
“And they fucking loved it,” Cam confirms a firmness to his voice that stops me from overthinking the situation before I even start.
Before I can say anything else, like suggesting that at least one of the others comes to join us, my stomach makes a loud and really embarrassing groan, grumble, sound.
Honestly, it sounds like something caught in some kind of machinery with a weird ghostly wail added in for good measure.
“What the fuck was that?” Camden asks, shocked amusement in his tone.
I bury my head in his chest, “My stomach. Apparently, I’m hungry. Really hungry.”
Doc chuckles, “Me too. Let’s go and find something to eat and see if the guys have found anything in those files of Rana’s.”
“Good idea,” I reply. Looking around, I frown slightly, “Huh, I could have sworn that we were in my room.”
“You’ve only just realized that we aren’t?” He asks as he pulls on a pair of jeans, and I lick my lips.
Men in jeans and nothing else just does something to me, I can’t explain it.
“I was a little distracted,” I retort when my brain finally clicks back online. To be honest, I’m surprised that I still want sex right now. I have been thoroughly fucked, and yet if I wasn’t so hungry, I’d want to go again.
I’m not complaining.
Absolutely not.
I throw on one of Doc’s shirts, making his eyes light with interest again, as he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
“You look damn good in my shirt,” he mutters against my lips.
I kiss him and then smile, “Thank you. I’m going to get dressed since I kind of burned both of our clothes off without really thinking it through properly.”
He chuckles, “I’m glad you didn’t. I’ll meet you downstairs. Is there anything in particular that you want to eat?”
I shake my head as I pull open his bedroom door, “Nope, I’m good with whatever.”
He smiles and heads in the opposite direction as I make my way to my room.
As I’m changing, I start to feel bad about the fact that I was supposed to be going over the file to find the sales, and instead, I had lots and lots of amazingly good sex.
Having said or rather thought that, I think that it's important that we don’t just focus on work.
It doesn’t take me very long to get dressed, and when I walk into the front room where everyone seems to have gathered, I’m greeted by smiles, and River pats the couch between him and Reed, inviting me to sit.
It wasn’t until this moment that I realized just how worried I was about their reaction to me spending so much time up in Doc’s room.
I mean, it’s pretty fucking obvious what we were doing, and I know that everyone is okay with the way that our relationship is developing, but it does worry me every now and then that one of them might get jealous or feel uncomfortable or something, and I would hate that.
Fortunately, I seem to be the only one worrying about it, because the guys are acting completely normal with me.
As usual, it’s just me who is overthinking everything.
“Guess where the next sale is,” River asks me excitedly as soon as my ass hits the seat.
I raise my eyebrow slightly and reply, “Erm, Cuba?”
River stops bouncing and looks at me like I’ve sprouted an extra head, “Cuba?”
I nod and take the plate that Doc’s offering me, piled high with four sandwiches and chips, “Thank you.” Turning back to River, I say, “Yeah, Cuba. I was trying to think of somewhere that would make you this excited to go, and Cuba was the first place that popped into my head. It’s a beautiful country. ”
River’s confusion clears from his expression, even though the others still look reasonably confused, and he nods, “Right, okay, that makes more sense.”
“It does?” Griff asks, with a slightly confused smile.
River nods, “It does to me.”
I’ve just taken a huge bite of my sandwich, so when River doesn’t say anything else, I simply stare at him with a raised eyebrow and hope that he gets the message.
When he just grins back at me, Doc asks, “So, where are the next sales taking place?”
River’s eyes widen, and he starts bouncing in his seat again with excitement, but before he can answer, Griff does.
“It’s here in Ireland,” he says, still sounding shocked by the information himself.
“I wanted to tell them,” River pouts slightly.
Griff smirks, “You should have told them then.”
“Fuck you,” River retorts, sticking his middle finger up at Griff and unable to hide his smile.
His reaction makes me laugh. I love the way the guys mess with each other.
I finish the bite of the sandwich I have in my mouth and then, when my mind isn’t focused on the awesome sandwich, I actually hear what Griff has just said, I ask, “Wait, it’s here in Ireland?”
My brain does that a lot. I hear what someone has said a few moments after they’ve actually said it. Sometimes I even end up asking them to repeat what they have said because I didn’t hear them, and then finishing their sentence when they do explain again.
It usually ends up with me getting some really odd looks, and people not talking to me again.
Focus.
The guys all nod and confirm that I did, in fact, hear what I thought I did, and the sales are in Ireland.
“No fucking way,” Doc replies, sounding as shocked as I’m feeling.
“Yeah, that pretty much sums up our reaction,” Ransom agrees.
Raiden nods, “It’s a pretty big fucking coincidence.”
“No shit,” I reply, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that the next location in the wolf sales just so happens to be here.
In Ireland.
Where we are.
What are the fucking chances?
“We were wondering how you wanted to handle it? and whether you still wanted another team to take the lead, since, according to Navy we have a short window to find Pete,” Evander asks me, although from the look on his face, he already knows what the answer is going to be.
“Absolutely not. I wasn’t really comfortable with another team taking over in the first place, and the fact that it’s here where we just so happen to be, I think, is a sign that we’re supposed to see this case through to the end and stop the sales once and for all,” I explain, my eyebrows furrowing slightly.
I hadn’t realized quite how strongly I felt about this and how much it was bothering me that we weren’t going to be the ones who were sorting it out.
“Plus, Pete is obviously giving Kar the run around at the moment, and who knows how long it’s going to take Kar to find him. ”
Reed nods, a smile playing around the edge of his lips, “We thought that you would feel that way.”
“We already let Ty know that we would be taking the lead after all. He agrees that it’s a pretty big coincidence and that we were most likely supposed to be the ones who take on this case.
This is the best lead that they have gotten for a long time, and we’re only going to have one shot at being successful.
We’re going to call him back in a bit with a plan,” Raiden explains.
“Rana refers to the person in charge as The Owner, with a capital.”
I nod.
“Let’s hope that we can finally close this case,” Griff adds, a dark look crossing his expression.
“It’s settled then,” Van says firmly.
“I don’t suppose Rana’s information had the date that the sales are going to show up here?” I joke, finishing the last of my food.
Van’s eyebrow raises, “Actually, it did.”
“What? How can she know that?” I ask. “Surely if it were that predictable, then SID would have been able to catch them years ago. They would have just needed to follow the pattern.”
“That’s true. According to Rana, though, there is a pattern, but it’s extremely complicated and changes regularly.
The Owner rotates through a set of several different patterns depending on the time of year, the placement of the stars in the sky, and even the temperature, as well as several other things that she said would take her a bit longer to write down and explain because it was so complicated.
She said she would get it all written down for us, but that it wasn’t really relevant and wouldn’t affect us finding him.
It would just help to explain how he’s evaded capture and prosecution for all these years,” River explains.
“The placement of the stars?” Doc asks, his eyebrows high on his forehead.
Coen nods, “Yep. It’s fucking crazy.”
“So, when is it?” I ask.
“Tomorrow,” Reed replies, simply.
“Holy shit, seriously?” I exclaim, not nearly as calm as they all seem to be about the news.